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deadsetobsessions · 2 months

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I would love to read more of your desecrated Grave AU if that isn't to much trouble?

Tbh, it was supposed to be a one time thing but I can give it another go :))

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Zatanna's dealt with everything from demons to gods, eldritch horrors to cute little puppies. It says a lot, in her opinion, that the GIW managed to invoke such a response of recoiling horror in her.

The magician took in the blood and ectoplasm splattered walls, the writhing reanimated organism that came from exposure to said ectoplasm, and most damningly, the stacks of cracked and broken headstones piled in the corner of the room.

"Peek ruoy part tuhs!" she snarled, hands thrown out at the whimpering and beaten GIW agents. Her magic activated and sealed their voice boxes shut.

In the sudden silence, Zatanna walked to the stacked gravestones. She placed a hand upon the top most one and uttered a heart-broken apology, wondering how many ghosts perished.

"I'll bring you back to Phantom," she promised them. "Eb derots."

The gravestones vanished into her storage space, ready to be taken out when she willed them to be.

"Zatanna, everything finished?" Black Canary walked in, casting a disdainful glance at the agents. "You okay?"

"I can feel... there was much suffering here. They were supposed to be- dying was supposed to grant them peace. Not. Not this."

"We'll make sure it never happens again. The GIW is getting disbanded as we speak."

Their comms buzzed.

"Zatanna, the U.N. is requesting the presence of the ghost king in order to make amends." Batman said.

"Tell them he's going to be busy grieving the massacre of his people, committed by a branch of their government. We'll be damn lucky if he doesn't start a war over this, Batman. He'd be well within his rights to. It's bad."

"I'll hold them off."

"We're wrapping up on our end."

"Copy."

Zatanna turned to the scientists and agents and intoned "Eb devom edistuo!"

"C'mon Zee, let's go." Black Canary made sure she was out of the way before screaming, unleashing a wave of sound that shattered and crumbled the glass and walls of the facility.

"Fuck the government." Zatanna mumbled. How was she supposed to tell Phantom about the gravestones?

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Phantom floated, the lost look on the young boy's face pulling at their hearts as his hands hovered above the broken gravestones, not daring to touch them.

"So many..." he whispered. Zatanna could do nothing but offer a nod, jaw clenched and eyes burning with fury and grief.

Phantom looked up at her. "Thank you, Zatanna, for bringing them back to us."

"It was the least we could do." Zatanna replied, and something about her voice must have resonated with Phantom because his apathetic façade broke and suddenly, Zatanna had an armful of a grieving, wailing ghost child. Her magic shielded her, but the glass began breaking at his ghostly wail. Still, Zatanna could tell he was holding back in attempt to not kill them all via the vacuum of space.

"Dleihs eht rewothctaw!" She quickly chanted. "Go ahead, you won't hurt us. I've shielded the place."

The glass stopped cracking and Phantom, no longer worried about killing her, screamed against her shoulder.

"Why?! WHAT CRIMES DID WE COMMIT BY DYING?! IT WASN'T ENOUGH TO SUFFER WHEN WE DIED?! WHY?!"

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#danny phantom #dcxdp #zatanna #black canary #batman #the justice league #the giw #implications that the giw murdered a bunch of ghosts

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clericofshadows · 3 months

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oc kiss week!

in which Regis puts his sights on Nyx... (Nyx Shepard canon [no-Reapers/Protheans almost won but there are remnants of Reapers], Regis as a mercenary AU)

first time really writing Nyx's POV and it's a non-canon (maybe) prompt fic. not sure if I'll do much more for this week, but this was fun :).

visuals of Nyx and Regis:

"So, you're the man my dear Alliance ended up with," he purred into the comms. Nyx made a sound in disgust, nearly muting the comm after realizing it was a private channel. Kaidan gave him an odd look, and by all means, he should tell Kaidan about the conversation. But... he didn't. Not yet. And Steven wasn't here either to actually interrogate him.

With a nod and an incline towards the back of the hideout where he knew the bathroom was, he hoped that he singled to Kaidan that he needed a bit of time alone. Kaidan, again--did his boyfriend have any other looks--gave him a concerned look, but he didn't protest. They were weathering a sandstorm in some house that Massani and Shepard had for themselves. A safe place to stay. They were upstairs, while he and Kaidan took the downstairs.

Being in unfamiliar territory has made them all on edge. Backwater terminus system planet that supposedly had some prothean tech, possibly another beacon that could shine even more light on the remaining Reapers. Their numbers were dwindling, that much Nyx knew. But their mission wouldn't be done until they get them all.

By the time he was out of earshot, the comm was dark. No one was picking up. He cursed, shaking his head and entering the bathroom to splash some water on his face. His hair was a goddamn mess, long since frizzed and unkempt, no longer in a smooth ponytail. Dark circles were deep set, and his biotics crackled underneath his skin, desperate to be released.

He couldn't wait until he was long gone and back home on Arcturus with Steven and Kaidan.

A knock sounded on the door. "Kaidan, I'm fine," he yelled back, but it wasn't Kaidan that responded with a laugh.

The door opened, revealing Shepard, in a low-cut pair of joggers and a tanktop that was definitely too large for him. He had a distinct feeling those belonged to Massani.

"Do you not believe in any goddamn privacy?" Nyx bit out, narrowing his eyebrows.

"Please, we all know you weren't doing shit in here, and you didn't lock the door. That's on you," Shepard replied, walking towards him. "No, I just wanted to talk to you."

"And what, put a claim on Alenko? He's mine, Shepard, and also Hackett's. Life intervened with your chance, and I'm sorry, but if you're here to--"

"We lost his data too," Shepard interrupted, his face surprisingly open. His stance was relaxed, and Nyx belatedly realized he wasn't here to start a fight, despite how casual he was when he barged in.

Love has made him blind, for fuck's sake.

"And?" Nyx said, crossing his arms.

"Zee's talking to Alliance," he said, sliding up to him. Nyx stepped back. "We just want to clear the air."

Nyx met his gaze. "Fine. What about?"

"When all this shit is over and you two head your pretty little asses back down to Alliance territory, we were thinkin' of following." A hint of red was on his cheeks, betraying something deeper underneath his confident tone. "Zee wants to see your mutual admiral again. I'd like to go toe-to-toe with the one biotic that beat my ass in pure power. And you... you're the unknown."

"I'd like to keep it that way."

"Do you?" Shepard leaned in, whispering in his ear. "I feel that power you are trying to hide, my friend."

"You know what has happened to those that learned of my power?" Nyx challenged, grabbing Shepard's chin. "They're dead. Be careful to not end up with them."

"And there's that Phoenix coming out," he teased, not even flinching. "Good grip. Maybe it's you I need to test my skill with."

Nyx simply raised an eyebrow. "If you want biotic power, that's all Alenko. But if you want to know what it's like to fight a veteran of the FCW, by all means, I'll offer myself up with one caveat."

"And that is?"

Nyx let go of his chin and instead pulled him in for a quick kiss, tangling his hand in his hair and letting out a muffled chuckle at Shepard's gasp of surprise, enjoying the scrape of his beard against his own. His shocked expression was a treasure, those red eyes blown with lust. Nyx took a little amusement in Kaidan's penchant for men with gene-modded eyes and faces full of piercings. "Be a bit more upfront with what you really wanted. If all you wanted to do was fuck us, then just ask."

#oc kiss week #cleric's writing #nyx shepard #regis shepard #mass effect #kaidan alenko #mshenko #shepard/shepard

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snotbuggle · 11 months

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Introducing my clone OCs

Den

Captain of the guard on the Holy City of Jedha. He was sent to a place away from the war as punishment for doing something right. Den became an older brother to Zeta as he spent more time there. Out of him, Zee, and a five clone squad, Den is pretty much the eldest brother. He’s quite the goofy, weird kind of guy. He doesn’t normally start or engage in any fights, but he’ll interfere if he feels he needs to.

Note: he was originally going to be an ARC Lieutenant but I changed it cause of authority

Omen

One of a five clone squad who were defects. These clones’ tanks malfunctioned and caused the stress management engineering to fail. This has affected all clones in his squad’s ability to fly. Not only was he a defect, but he seemed to be around a fair amount of bad events. After a while, it became a joke that he was bad luck, earning him the name “Omen”. There was a gas leak on Kamino one day which tore up the insides of Omen’s vocal cords and lungs, leaving him mute and unable to talk. Omen is an extremely emotional and expressive person. He doesn’t really care about fighting if it’s his brothers, but he will start a fight with anyone who dares try his brothers.

Note: Originally, his name was Jinx but I came to the realization there was already a canonical clone named Jinx

Windy

Second out of the five defects. He is extremely queasy. Even after getting over his fear of flying, he still sometimes has issues with it. Windy is not the best at managing his stress and has a bad habit of suppressing it. His brothers get on his nerves, but he’s usually calm with other people. Windy will absolutely will throw hands with anyone (mainly Russ).

Croi

Third out of the five defects. He also has a foul mouth, but he can control it pretty easily. He likes setting up Windy and Russ’ conflicts to watch them unfold because he’s bored. He is a master instigator of fights. He will start a fight, but you won’t know it. However, when the day is done, the most important thing to him is his family. It’s all fun and games to watch his brothers hurt themselves in stupid ways, but the thought of actually losing them terrifies him. The stress makes it hard for him to focus on a task if his brothers are in danger. He is 100% the middle child.

Russ

Fourth out of the five defects. He has a very foul mouth and vulgar humor—and he’s not the brightest bulb in the shed. However, he’s a very sweet person with a fear of messing up around kids (saying or doing something that will be a bad influence, making a choice that may end in them getting hurt, etc).

Side note: A few days ago I could’ve sworn I saw someone mention an OC clone with the name Rus but I’m not sure. If that was you, please let me know so I can change his name and avoid conflict :)

Skye

The fifth and last of the defects. A happy-go-lucky optimist that had tragically passed away during order 66. It’s hard for the family to talk about him. He has no picture because- honestly I haven’t drawn him.

Additional information

Before, I had mentioned Zeta, a Mirialan who was raised on Jedha. As a mechanic with a passion for droids, she did what she could to help refugees on Jedha who fled the war. Rigorous efforts to help leave her constantly exhausted and overworked. After the stationing of clone forces on Jedha (to which she protested), she became rather good friends with Captain Den. They eventually became tight knit siblings who brought the best out of each other.

Also, Den really loves exotic teas, foods, and clothing items. Whenever Zeta leaves Jedha, she tries to bring something back for her brother.

Omen is very easily flustered! Even an indirect compliment can turn him cherry red. Whether it’s by children, adults, or elderly, as long as it’s some sort of compliment his heart melts. One time, a woman had tried to give Omen her civilian comm number. He tried to explain to her that he was mute and could only speak sign while he blushed profusely. To this, she responded saying that she had a sister who grew up as deaf and she learned to speak sign at a young age. This absolutely melted Omen’s heart and he began to struggle to find the words—or signs—to continue the conversation as he turned a special shade of red. She continued on, “if you don’t like women, my brother thinks you’re cute too.” Which was the straw to break the camels back. At this point, Omen had given up. Curled into a ball, he sat on the ground with his face in his knees. Now, whenever his brothers drag him to a bar, he ends up sitting under a table with his nose in a data pad because he ends up getting embarrassed.

#I hope people like them :)#star wars #star wars tcw #clone oc #star wars oc #sw ocs #sw oc #star wars ocs #clone wars oc

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greenneuronfly · 4 months

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Sig/Rue/Zee - They/he - Bisexual

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destler · 8 months

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@hiraethpariah 💿 {Bitter and Sick by Zse & Reaktive}

It had been a few weeks since Zee had settled upon the enclosure beneath the opera house which Erik laid in. Life had adjusted itself to withhold the presence of two in the small area; it had just enough space for both of them to be comfortable.

In the night, Erik placed a candle upon a table, lighting it and watching how the flame danced upon the wick carelessly. It was so natural with each movement, like a ballerina who danced on a stage with the pride that could only be accumulated by decades of practice. His hand drew closer to the wax, and touched it as the hot liquid stuck to his skin. Slowly, they picked away the wax, leaving small shells displayed upon the table.

"Comme j'ai soif d'inspiration," he whispered.

#hiraethpariah #♖writing/the final threshold

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zeequicks · 11 months

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kennel for strays

decided the zee & kon besties verse needed more love. so here is another one! inspired by zee's intro scene in young justice where she dips mid conversation to stroke the giant fluffy canine. (1.2k words, G-rated) | read on ao3

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Zatanna gets distracted by animals, Conner quickly notes, in all situations and scenarios. (Or, the one in which Conner and Zatanna are unlikely besties and bond over animals.)

Over the years, Conner realises that Zatanna has a habit of. . . pulling a disappearing act. (And no, that was not a Dick Grayson pun, thank you very much.)

The first time Zatanna is introduced to the team, she disappears mid-conversation when the adults start talking. Everyone whips their head around the room, only to find Zatanna curled up against Wolf on the floor. She strokes his fluffy coat, scratching underneath his neck and belly, as his tail swishes around.

Conner doesn’t think anything of it, at first.

Zatanna gets distracted by animals, Conner quickly notes, in all situations and scenarios.

Conner is fighting off monkeys, standing in the way between them and the secret base they’re meant to be finding in the Sumatran rainforest, when Zatanna throws herself in between them and says, “No! Don’t hurt them!”

Artemis was also wrestling with one, voice jumping an octave to argue against Zatanna’s protest, “Zee, these things bite!”

“Just—” Zatanna pushes her gloved hands out, says some sort of spell, which puts all of the two dozen monkeys around them to sleep. Conner shakes off the one on his hand, as it drops to the ground.

Zatanna disappears off into the forest before anyone else can even notice, and Conner actually has to use his super-hearing to track her down.

She finds one baby monkey left on the ground, fully knocked out. Her spell must have affected a larger area than she intended. It’s clearly separated from its mother. Zatanna picks it up and scans the trees for signs of her.

“Seniv dliub a esacriats,” she says, and Conner catches that one—because she’s used it before.

“We don’t have time for this,” Wally zips over and complains. “The rest of the team are getting a move on!”

Zatanna won’t have it. “We’ll catch up,” she says, still scaling those vines with the sleepy mammal safely pressed into her chest.

“Are you sure?” Wally says, punctuating each word like a last-ditch attempt to not have to explain this to the rest of the team.

“Yes, it’s fine. Conner is fast. He’ll get us there. Won’t you, Conner?” she says, head fully in the trees now. Conner can’t see her face, but he sure as hell can see the smile on it. “Or, I could portal us there.”

Wally groans in resignation. “Fine, just stay on the comms!” He then zips away, leaving the two of them in total silence.

When Zatanna manages to reunite the pair, Conner helps her down the tree. She looks at Conner, curious and impressed at his choice to stay, but mostly grateful, above everything else.

“I—” she hesitates, uncharacteristically. “I hope that wasn’t too much trouble for the mission.”

He shakes his head. “No problem. Just a short detour. I still don’t like magical portals, so I—uh, I could carry you. If that’s OK with you. You’re not running through the woods in those things,” he points at her shoes.

She does not mind at all.

Conner walks into the kitchen one day and nearly immediately walks back out.

Wally is fighting a bright green parrot over a baguette and losing spectacularly. Has Conner mentioned that there is a parrot in the kitchen?

“I swear if this is one of Dick’s runaway circus animals—ow, let go of my hand!”

Zatanna walks in and rushes over to intervene, “Elfie, stop! Let go of Wally.” She offers the bird an arm to perch on.

It—the bird, the bird named Elfie—rapidly loses interest in the battle over the baguette and flaps its wings as Zatanna reaches into her coat pocket for a handful of nuts.

Zatanna can sense when Conner has a question, even before he asks.

“I might have taken in a stray when we were on our last mission,” she admits, with only the tiniest bit of reticence. “I ran it past Black Canary. She says she knows how to take care of birds, and she says she’ll try to get Green Arrow to buy a better enclosure for Elfie.”

Conner can understand Zatanna’s motivations. He took in Wolf under similar circumstances, after all. “I don’t have a problem with birds. We should get Elfie introduced to Wolf, to avoid any territorial disputes.”

Her eyes light up at the encouragement. “Elfie is short for Elphaba, you know, from Wicked?”

Neither of the boys understand this reference.

Conner and Zatanna become very good friends. He gets along well with her, more than most people would expect them to, but despite that, they still don’t talk much about their personal lives. Conner likes that about their friendship, likes the fact that he can trust her to have his back without having to pry into his mind, or his emotions, which he doesn’t always have a grip on—and he thinks she likes that about him, too.

But when Zatanna’s dad dies, she shuts them all out. She pulls another disappearing act. He knows not to take it personally. He understands. He always does.

Still, the walls in Mount Justice are thin for a Kryptonian with super-hearing.

Conner decides that he can’t take another day of listening to his friend crying all by herself in her room, because she didn’t just lose her dad, she lost her home, her entire life.

So, Conner knocks one evening, with Wolf by his side and a pack of his favourite treats.

“It’s me, Zatanna.”

Silence.

“Can I come in?” he tries again, and for good measure, adds, “Wolf wants to see you. He misses his favourite walking buddy.”

She sniffles and blows into a tissue, muttering a spell Conner can’t quite make out. He hears boxes moving across the room and realises that she must be tidying the room. Conner chuckles, and the door flies open.

“Do you say that to all the girls?” Zatanna says, and there’s a tired rasp to her voice, but Conner is only glad that she’s making jokes again.

Inside, they still don’t talk about what she’s been through much. Conner isn’t the best at offering advice, or knowing what the right words are to say, but Zatanna doesn’t seem to care.

She feeds Wolf the treats Conner has been saving for her, and surprises even Conner when she commands Wolf to perform a new trick. He rolls onto his back and plays dead, only getting up when she says the words, “Where’s my standing ovation?”

Wolf gets up and drums his paws on the floor, before leaping up into her arms and licking her face in a giant, sloppy show of affection. She laughs, like this is just another night, and Conner forgets for a moment why he hasn’t heard her laugh in so long.

“Thank you, Conner,” she says, with both her arms wrapped around the canine and her head buried in his fur. Conner’s reminded of the first time they met, now.

“For what?”

“For bringing the best distraction from heartbreak a girl could ask for,” she plants another kiss onto Wolf’s neck, then then glances up at Conner, “and for being you, of course.”

Conner doesn’t know why, or how, but Zatanna has a way of making people feel like they’re exactly who they should be.

“I’ll always be me,” Conner says, and it sounds like an affirmation to himself.

She beams, emitting that signature Zatanna smile that puts Conner at ease when he goes back to bed that evening, trusting that Wolf will keep her company for the rest of the night.

#young justice #conner kent #kon el #zatanna zatara #friendship #fic #zeequicks writing #kon and zee #fanfic

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dragoozee · 9 months

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Another comm from last year 💜🐻

#furry #zee art #zee comms #pose is a lil awkward but it’s still cute

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amonggtheestarss · 1 year

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Redesigns of some really old OCs I had back in 2020... I WILL digitalise them at some point... OC rambles under the cut bc it’s insanely long lol

Rezique, Deziya and Cyth are imposters in one crew, Swirlz and Aspyratus are imposters in the other, with Karuiz who got infected with a parasite (which is Aspyratus)

Rezique is a strict imposter who does her job and does it well. Also bitter ex lovers with Cyth. She hates both Cyth and Deziya but gets on with her job regardless of the two

RV is a sweet loving crewmate who lovez to stay around o2 all the time.. also known as the Tree Lover of the lobby… He and Deziya are dating and they are the sweetest couple ever

Green literally doesn’t care about anything he just wanted a vacation and ended up dying before reaching Polus

Auris is an absolute sweetheart who sees good in absolutely anyone, even in Rezique after finding out she was imposter. She has feelings for Augre but is anxious they wouldn’t love her back

Augre is anxious but cheerful, having Squeaky as an emotional support pet that they love dearly. They always sit at comms and is known to be the messenger of the team

Donomin is nonverbal and shy, but really easy to excite around the cheerful part of the crew. Augre likez to let Donomin play with Squeaky to calm him down when he needz it

Dekye is Dad. that’s it. He is best dad of all time, extremely comforting and caring to everyone, though rather protective. He was assigned captain of the team

Amayu is from the other lobby, but I originally had her in the first one. She is deaf, and speaks in sign language, usually having Vee and Zee translate for her. She is really sweet and interactive, and also rather smart

Deziya is an imposter who WAS going to kill the crewmates with the other two, but ended up falling for RV and got together with them. They basically follow RV literally everywhere he goes. RV has already suspected they are an imposter, though they deny that fact. RV is completely okay with it though

Scenzorr is a cyborg who is sick of everyone’s shit. She survived many imposter attacks in her past and is extremely serious in all meetings, demanding they vote out imposters asap. She absolutely hates Torei to death

Cyth is the last imposter. She was once known to be the best imposter out of the three, but in this lobby specifically, she struggles to lay a finger on any of the crewmates, as they were the first to ever give her a real found family that loves her dearly

Torei is rather immature, though usually smart in some places. He likes to challenge Scenzorr’s thinking and harass her any time she susses on anyone in the crew. He likes the asteroids task a lot

Rest of the ocs are in the second crew with Amayu

Karuiz is a crewmate, but got infected by the parasite which controlled her to kill some of the crewmates. This mentally damages her a lot and she Begs everyone to vote her off, but they all (excluding Clock) refuse, convinced they can cure her somehow

Aspyratus is the parasite, who is fully stoic, but extremely smart with words, knowing how to convince everyone but their imposter partner and have their way. They hate Swirlz because they don’t know how to get into their head

Swirlz is silly. Little One is their little crewmate who ended up getting adopted by Dad against Swirlz’s will. This is how Swirlz comes out as an imposter in an attempt to retrieve Little One but Dad simply refused. Swirlz simply will Not kill anyone until they get Little One back

Dad is Dad. What more can I say? He picked up this imposter baby and simply went “Mine.” Swirlz hates him. He doesn’t care. Everyone hates calling him Dad but he refuses to be referred to as anything else

Systa is a crewmate who is extremely anxious and very easy to convince. They’re best friends with Karuiz and is really desperate to find a cure for them. They also end up crushing on Swirlz even after knowing they’re imposter and Swirlz has No idea how to comprehend it whatsoever

Clock is a bitter stepfather who lost his wife to an imposter. Little Star was his wife’s child which he unwillingly adopts and looks after. He makes it clear to everyone he hates children, which Dad ends up adopting Little Star later on. Clock also has an extreme hatred towards imposters and keep demanding they vote Karuiz and Swirlz off while everyone disapproves. By the way, absolutely nobody is aware that Aspyratus is an imposter except for Swirlz

#among us #among us ocs #among us oc #innersloth #among us art

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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2022/12/08 Un momento de un espectáculo de luz y sonido en el parque de la avenida. Contaba la importancia de las plantas marinas cerca de la playa para mantener limpio el Mediterráneo, aunque algunos lo consideran como suciedad.

A moment of a light and sound show in the avenue park. He recounted the importance of marine plants near the beach to keep the Mediterranean clean, although some consider it as dirt.

Google translation into Italian: Un momento dello spettacolo di luci e suoni nel parco del viale. Ha raccontato l'importanza delle piante marine vicino alla spiaggia per mantenere pulito il Mediterraneo, anche se alcuni lo considerano sporco.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Um momento de show de luz e som no parque da avenida. Ele contou a importância das plantas marinhas perto da praia para manter o Mediterrâneo limpo, embora alguns o considerem uma sujeira.

Google Translation into French: Un moment de spectacle son et lumière dans le parc de l'avenue. Il a raconté l'importance des plantes marines près de la plage pour garder la Méditerranée propre, bien que certains la considèrent comme de la saleté.

Google Translation into Arabic: لحظة من الصوت والضوء في حديقة الشارع. وتحدث عن أهمية النباتات البحرية القريبة من الشاطئ في الحفاظ على نظافة البحر الأبيض المتوسط رغم أن البعض يعتبرها قذرة.

Google Translation into German: Ein Moment der Ton- und Lichtshow im Park der Allee. Er erzählte von der Bedeutung von Meerespflanzen in Strandnähe, um das Mittelmeer sauber zu halten, obwohl einige es für Schmutz halten.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Një moment shfaqje zanore dhe drite në parkun e rrugës. Ai ndau rëndësinë e të pasurit alga deti pranë plazhit për të mbajtur detin Mesdhe të pastër, megjithëse disa e konsiderojnë atë të papastër.

Google Translation into Armenian: Ձայնային և լուսային շոու պահ պողոտայի այգում։ Նա կիսում էր լողափին մոտ ջրիմուռ ունենալու կարևորությունը՝ Միջերկրական ծովը մաքուր պահելու համար, թեև ոմանք այն համարում են կեղտոտ:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Момент на звуково и светлинно шоу в парка на алеята. Той сподели колко е важно морските водорасли да са близо до плажа, за да се поддържа Средиземно море чисто, въпреки че някои го смятат за мръсотия.

Google Translation into Czech: Okamžik zvukové a světelné show v parku na avenue. Sdílel, jak je důležité mít mořské řasy blízko pláže, aby bylo Středozemní moře čisté, ačkoli to někteří považují za špínu.

Google Translation into Slovak: Okamih zvukovej a svetelnej šou v parku avenue. Zdieľal dôležitosť toho, aby morské riasy boli blízko pláže, aby bolo Stredozemné more čisté, hoci niektorí to považujú za špinu.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Trenutek zvočne in svetlobne predstave v parku drevoreda. Strinjal se je s pomenom, da so morske alge blizu plaže, da bi Sredozemsko morje ostalo čisto, čeprav nekateri menijo, da so umazanija.

Google Translation into Estonian: Heli- ja valgusshow hetk avenüü pargis. Ta jagas, kui tähtis on, et merevetikad oleksid ranna lähedal, et Vahemeri oleks puhas, kuigi mõned arvavad, et see on mustus.

Google Translation into Suomi: Hetki ääni- ja valoesitystä kadun puistossa. Hän jakoi, että on tärkeää pitää merilevää lähellä rantaa, jotta Välimeri pysyy puhtaana, vaikka jotkut pitävät sitä likaisena.

Google Translation into Greek: Μια στιγμή παράστασης ήχου και φωτός στο πάρκο της λεωφόρου. Συμμερίστηκε τη σημασία του να υπάρχουν φύκια κοντά στην παραλία για να διατηρείται η Μεσόγειος Θάλασσα καθαρή, αν και ορισμένοι τη θεωρούν βρωμιά.

Google Translation into Dutch: Een moment van klank- en lichtspel in het park van de laan. Hij deelde het belang van zeewier dicht bij het strand om de Middellandse Zee schoon te houden, hoewel sommigen het als vuil beschouwen.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Et øyeblikk med lyd- og lysshow i parken i alléen. Han delte viktigheten av å ha tang nær stranden for å holde Middelhavet rent, selv om noen anser det som skitt.

Google Translation into Polish: Chwila pokazu światła i dźwięku w parku przy alei. Podzielał znaczenie posiadania wodorostów blisko plaży, aby utrzymać czystość Morza Śródziemnego, chociaż niektórzy uważają to za brud.

Google Translation into Romanian: Un moment de spectacol de sunet și lumini în parcul bulevardului. El a împărtășit importanța de a avea alge marine aproape de plajă pentru a menține Marea Mediterană curată, deși unii o consideră murdărie.

Google Translation into Russian: Момент звукового и светового шоу в парке проспекта. Он поделился важностью выращивания водорослей рядом с пляжем для поддержания чистоты Средиземного моря, хотя некоторые считают его грязью.

Google Translation into Serbian: Тренутак звучне и светлосне представе у парку авеније. Поделио је важност близине морских алги како би се Средоземно море одржавало чистим, иако га неки сматрају прљавштином.

Google Translation into Swedish: En stunds ljud- och ljusshow i alléns park. Han delade vikten av att ha tång nära stranden för att hålla Medelhavet rent, även om vissa anser att det är smuts.

Google Translation into Turkish: Caddenin parkında bir an ses ve ışık gösterisi. Bazıları kirli olduğunu düşünse de Akdeniz'i temiz tutmak için sahile yakın deniz yosunu bulundurmanın önemini paylaştı.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Хвилинка звуково-світлового шоу в парку просп. Він поділився важливістю наявності морських водоростей поблизу пляжу, щоб зберегти Середземне море чистим, хоча деякі вважають це брудом.

Google Translation into Bengali: অ্যাভিনিউ পার্কে শব্দ এবং আলো শো একটি মুহূর্ত. তিনি ভূমধ্যসাগর পরিষ্কার রাখার জন্য সমুদ্র সৈকতের কাছাকাছি সামুদ্রিক শৈবাল থাকার গুরুত্ব ভাগ করে নেন, যদিও কেউ কেউ এটিকে ময়লা বলে মনে করেন।

Google Translation into Chinese: 一瞬间的声光秀出现在大道的公园里。他分享了让海藻靠近海滩以保持地中海清洁的重要性，尽管有些人认为它很脏。

Google Translation into Korean: 에비뉴 공원에서 소리와 빛의 쇼가 펼쳐지는 순간. 그는 지중해를 깨끗하게 유지하기 위해 해변 가까이에 해초를 두는 것의 중요성을 공유했습니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: רגע של מופע אור וקול בפארק השדרה. הוא היה שותף לחשיבות שיש אצות קרובות לחוף כדי לשמור על הים התיכון נקי, אם כי יש הרואים בכך לכלוך.

Google Translation into Hindi: एवेन्यू के पार्क में ध्वनि और प्रकाश शो का क्षण। उन्होंने भूमध्य सागर को साफ रखने के लिए समुद्री शैवाल को समुद्र तट के करीब रखने के महत्व को साझा किया, हालांकि कुछ लोग इसे गंदगी मानते हैं।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Momen pertunjukan suara dan cahaya di taman jalan raya. Dia berbagi tentang pentingnya rumput laut di dekat pantai untuk menjaga Laut Mediterania tetap bersih, meski ada yang menganggapnya kotor.

Google Translation into Japanese: 大通りの公園での音と光のショーのひととき。彼は、地中海を汚れていると考える人もいますが、地中海をきれいに保つために海藻をビーチの近くに置くことの重要性を共有しました.

Google Translation into Malay: Pertunjukan bunyi dan cahaya seketika di taman jalan itu. Dia berkongsi kepentingan mempunyai rumpai laut berhampiran pantai untuk memastikan Laut Mediterranean bersih, walaupun ada yang menganggapnya kotoran.

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਐਵੇਨਿਊ ਦੇ ਪਾਰਕ ਵਿੱਚ ਆਵਾਜ਼ ਅਤੇ ਰੌਸ਼ਨੀ ਦਾ ਇੱਕ ਪਲ। ਉਸਨੇ ਭੂਮੱਧ ਸਾਗਰ ਨੂੰ ਸਾਫ਼ ਰੱਖਣ ਲਈ ਬੀਚ ਦੇ ਨੇੜੇ ਸੀਵੀਡ ਹੋਣ ਦੀ ਮਹੱਤਤਾ ਨੂੰ ਸਾਂਝਾ ਕੀਤਾ, ਹਾਲਾਂਕਿ ਕੁਝ ਇਸਨੂੰ ਗੰਦਗੀ ਸਮਝਦੇ ਹਨ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: د سړک په پارک کې د غږ او رڼا نندارې یوه شیبه. هغه د مدیترانې بحر د پاک ساتلو لپاره ساحل ته نږدې د سمندري غلو درلودلو اهمیت شریک کړ ، که څه هم ځینې یې کثافات ګڼي.

Google Translation into Persian: یک لحظه نمایش صدا و نور در پارک خیابان. او اهمیت وجود جلبک دریایی در نزدیکی ساحل را برای تمیز نگه داشتن دریای مدیترانه به اشتراک گذاشت، اگرچه برخی آن را کثیف می دانند.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Isang sandali ng tunog at liwanag na palabas sa parke ng avenue. Ibinahagi niya ang kahalagahan ng pagkakaroon ng damong-dagat malapit sa dalampasigan upang mapanatiling malinis ang Dagat Mediteraneo, bagama't itinuturing ng ilan na dumi ito.

Google Translation into Thai: การแสดงแสงสีเสียงในสวนสาธารณะของอเวนิว เขาแบ่งปันความสำคัญของการมีสาหร่ายไว้ใกล้กับชายหาดเพื่อรักษาความสะอาดของทะเลเมดิเตอร์เรเนียน แม้ว่าบางคนจะมองว่าเป็นสิ่งสกปรกก็ตาม

Google Translation into Urdu: ایونیو کے پارک میں آواز اور روشنی کے شو کا ایک لمحہ۔ اس نے بحیرہ روم کو صاف رکھنے کے لیے ساحل کے قریب سمندری سوار رکھنے کی اہمیت کا اشتراک کیا، حالانکہ کچھ لوگ اسے گندگی سمجھتے ہیں۔

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Whumptober No. 28

It’s just the tip of the iceberg

This part of the fic mainly centers around getting the boys out of the situation they’ve found themselves in. Although everyone has their own forms of anger in this situation, Hunter and Wrecker are the ones focused on. Hunter is angry with Rexyl. Wrecker blames himself.

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Omega had shouted for her brothers. She’d seen the bolwog herd charging back towards them. Seen that Hunter was soo overwhelmed, his senses not used to having to keep track of so many lifeforms. Seen the way Echo and Tech fought... something. She wanted to shout again, try to draw those things away from her brothers, so they wouldn’t get hurt, so they could -

“REFRAIN.”

The order was loud, and it’d come from the droid, CZ. It’s the loudest Omega had heard her speak. Omega glanced over and found Zee’s single working optic staring right into her.

“Caution: recklessness will result in imperilment of squad members.”

Zee’s voice did not modulate or intonate in the way a human’s, or even a protocol droid’s did. It was rather flat, and thus impossible to tell emotion from. However, if Omega had to guess, the droid was probably...

“So, what should we do?” Omega asked.

“Get out there and do something, obviously,” Wrecker was saying. He’d already stood up from his place on the speeder. The machine is an older model, and not enough of it is original; it’s seen too many days out here in these wetlands.

“Negative. Proposed plan: 96.4% chance of failure resulting in further hindrance to objective and injury to allied individuals. Unacceptable.”

Wrecker growled under his breath. Likely, he’d not understood everything Zee was saying, but enough of it made sense. “Then what do you think we should do?”

Omega’s not sure she’s ever seen Wrecker like this. He’s bristling, a cornered loth cat.

“Utilize flood lights to stun animals. Rescue allied individuals. Administer first aid trauma treatment. Retreat to friendly territory.”

Omega found herself nodding. It makes sense. Even if she had gained the animals’ attention, she wouldn’t have known where to go from there.

The lights flashed; both Omega and Wrecker covered their eyes, to avoid the worst of the effects. The bolwogs stumbled, mud flew, and a few of the animals groaned in fright. Just like the first animal, the one they had taken and started this accidental mess, the herd was temporarily rendered blind.

Without waiting, Zee floored the thrusters and they were sent careening over the marshy land, weaving in between the bolwogs. They encountered Hunter and Shift first. Both looked worse for wear, Hunter being the better off of the pair. Zee didn’t say anything, nor could Omega catch any errant movement, but she knew Shift’s condition wouldn’t have gone without note. Omega decided Zee has definitely been affected by Shift’s injury - seeing her friend like that had to have done something. Sure enough, the speeder barely waited until the pair were aboard and resting in the back compartment before they were off again. The speeder’s engine’s were whirring faster than before.

By the time they reached Echo and Tech - one comm signal alive and active, talking to them - the bolwogs were beginning to come out of their haze. Thankfully, they didn’t seem keen on sticking around. It was likely the added shock of a loud, large vehicle moving near their herd territory quelled any lingering thoughts of hostile behavior.

Just like before, with Shift and Hunter, one of the pair was roughed up worse than the other. This time, it was Tech. Omega did not miss the way both Hunter and Wrecker seemed to grow unnaturally silent at the sight. They hoisted Tech, with Echo’s help, into the now overly crowded (and likely over-encumbered) back module of the speeder. Zee was there, instructing Omega to move aside so that she could begin administering first aid.

“I can help!” Omega tried not to shout. She was just as worried about her brothers as everyone else was.

“Assistance: unnecessary,” came Zee’s stark reply. Omega had no doubt she meant it. But Omega meant what she’d said, too. She decided, however, to acquiesce for the time being.

...

Hunter has taken up the steering yoke, face set in a determined grimace. This had been a mistake. He doesn’t believe in curses or anything of the superstitious variety, but Shift had been so sure something would happen. Did it have more to do with their creditor, Rexyl, or just a mission gone bad? The latter made more sense - there was no conceivable way for the Feeorin to cause something like this.

Regardless, Tech is hurt. Echo had told them about the other predator sneaking in and ambushing them. How the carnivore only managed to grab hold of Tech’s pauldron armor. Apparently not so much. Their brother has a few sizeable holes in his back, forming an arch where the creature’s teeth must have punched through plastoid. He’d take a moment, later on, to thank the Force it hadn’t bitten on flesh alone.

Shift is hurt, too. Hunter hadn’t been sure what to make of the deserter at first. The opinion that deserters are cowards doesn’t exactly seem to hold up as well as it used to. He has a number of scars, especially on the back of the head, testifying to recovery and a will to live. At the same time, Hunter finds himself staring into a haunted, saddened soul whenever their eyes meet. He doesn’t quite feel the same sort of protectiveness he has come to associate with his brothers, his family, and doesn’t expect that to change in only a short time they’ve known each other.

Regardless, when they get back, he’s going to have a few choice words with Rexyl.

...

Wrecker is sitting in the back, helping hold pressure to Tech and Shift’s wounds. He’s following directions from a droid, because he knows this droid is trying to help. It doesn’t remind him of the battle droids, or medical droids. He’s only recently figured out what is reminds him of. His brothers. It cares about them, sort of, especially about Shift, and he’s not sure he’s ever seen that in a droid before.

Thinking about this is easier. It keeps his mind off of what’s happened, away from his own failures. He’s the biggest, the strongest. He’s supposed to help. He’s supposed to keep things from hurting his brothers. It’s his job, but it’s also his own desire. He wants to be useful and he wants to protect them.

He recognizes this as anger. Towards himself, nothing else. Sure, his job for this mission placed him at the back of things, away from everyone else, but wasn’t that just the problem? He had his own job - protecting the people he cares about. And he’d failed in that.

Tech is conscious, if barely, he’s losing blood. His hand is small in Wrecker’s. That’s been the case for all of his brothers. He’s going to be alright. That’s what Wrecker has to tell himself, over and over. They’re all going to be alright.

Wrecker tries to smile at Tech. It’s not his usual smile, this one lacks teeth. But he tries anyway, because he knows his brothers need him. He wants to make up for not being there, for allowing this to happen. He can’t afford to break. Even if he’s angry, even if he wants to rage, he won’t. He’ll just have to settle for his thoughts.

It’s the thoughts given to him by everyone that thought he wouldn’t make it. He sometimes still wonders if they might have been right. He’s not good enough. Too big, too stupid, to be of any real help. He won’t be able to protect them. Even if he tries. He’s angry, and he has no one to blame but himself.

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